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boondoogle

Perhaps you must let it all simply flood over you and grab what snippet of sense you can, if you can, at each different/individual presentation – it must be read out aloud?- or allow humour to infect your brain; safe in the knowledge that nothing is true everything is permitted [it may be all a colossal literary insider Maguffin swindle] stream of conscious melodic abrupt typographic semantic porridge unit.

After all, if language is a virus then one should not, not expect [if one gives oneself wholeheartedly] to become wracked on the fevered charnel chocolate grinder of the inspired or insane?